DISLCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OR CLAIM ANY RIGHTS TO THE HUNGER GAMES TRIOLGY.
A/N: Short chapter this week! I'm sorry! The next one will be longer I promise!
The next few days go by painfully slowly. But this morning when I see Boggs coming over to talk to me, I feel a twist of confusing feelings. Judging his expression I can't tell if it's good or bad.
"Hey Katniss," He says slowly. This can't be good.
"What's wrong?" I ask, knowing this is where the conversation is headed.
"It's Peeta." He says, going to continue to talking but I cut him off getting up an abruptly leaving. I need to see him, I can't loose him again, it has drained me physically and mentally so much to see him in so much pain. I just need to see his smile even if it's surrounded by machines, just that reassuring smile it will be okay.
"You can't see him." Boggs yells out to me. My pace is frozen with fear, how bad could he be that I'm not allowed to see him? I swiftly turn around and face him.
"Why?" I almost scream in frustration.
"Just follow me to command." He replies.
"No." I say and make my way to Peeta as fast as my legs will allow me.
When I get there a swarm of doctors surround him. Petrified I lunge towards him, but I'm caught and thrust back into another room, and a glass door seals between us. I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except Haymitch, who I didn't even notice was here. "Careful sweetheart, you're one more swear word away from a sedative."
I don't say anything back but look through the glass, I see the doctor's work feverishly on Peeta, their brows creased in concentration. I see the flow of liquids, pumping through the tubes, watch a wall of dials and lights that means nothing to me. Anger bubbles up throughout my body, for the whole situation, our whole lives, everything. I needed someone to take it out on, and I'm sorry I chose you Haymitch.
"This is your entire fault." I spit.
"Me? Haha, nice try." He replies back bitterly.
"It is! You promised you would protect Peeta, and now look at him? Bleeding away on a table!" I scream.
"Stop trying to take it out on me Katniss, this is just as much your fault as it mine." He says frustrated.
"You are nothing to your word Haymitch, nothing!" I scream.
We start yelling terrible things at each other and it doesn't take long before I am pulled away with a needle poking into my arm.
When I wake up, I'm back in my old hospital room I was in when I was first brought to thirteen. I notice the familiar ugly canvas hanging up and the matching arm chair against the wall in front of me. As I try to sit up my head begins to throb and I remember the head banging incident that occurred when I woke up briefly earlier. I push myself to my feet holding my head in my hands to source out Peeta. But as I reach the hallway I'm stopped by a tall blurry figure. "Woah there Katniss, You've given yourself a nasty concussion lay back down." I recognise the voice, Boggs.
"Peeta" I mumble.
"You'll get to see him if you try and lay down." He replies. I'm in too much pain to fight back so I oblige and lay back down on the bed, head still throbbing. "I'll get you some morphling for your head, then we'll talk, okay?" He says calmly. I nod in reply and he walks out.
He comes back in, and a nurse follows shortly after injecting the medicine into my arm. The sweet relief washes over almost instantly and the throbbing lessons quickly. I let out a deep sigh of relief and finally cough clearly my croaky voice from screaming. "How's Peeta?"
"Stable." He says bluntly.
"And?" I question seeking out further explanation.
"We're wanted in command, I was sent the orders that as soon as you woke up."
"No." I spit out bitterly. "I want to know about Peeta."
"We will explain in Command Katniss, just trust me." He says motioning for me to get up.
I stand up and start walking, "is he going to die or not?" I ask desperately. Boggs doesn't reply which leaves destructive feelings growing within me.
When we reach command, everyone is there, Plutarch, Gale, Beetee, Finnick, Haymitch and even Coin.
"Oh Katniss, good to see you're awake, please sit." Coins says happily.
I obey and sit down directly across from them all. I don't say anything, and wait patiently for them to start.
"So, Peeta has not been improving like we had hoped." Says Plutarch. "He deteriorated rapidly yesterday morning." He adds softly.
"What does this mean for him?" Gale asks.
"Well.." Coin starts but Beetee interrupts.
"There is one course of treatment that could work, it has a 90% success rate."
"Then what are you waiting for? Do it!" I almost yell.
"It's not that simple sweetheart." Haymitch says swinging in his chair.
"What isn't simple about it?" I demand.
"The only place with access to it, is the Capitol."